#it has decidedly not fucked

[monsieurenjlolras]

Yo sicky tumblr I've been to the hospital 8 times this month anybody got me beat

#illness #migrain #possible tumor #tumor tw #probably just migraines but basically this has fucked #5 of the visits happened this week #this os chronically ill culture i know the ER rooms by their number now and ive had the same PA twice #they all know me its hey whats up its me again you know the drill #this has sucked not this has fucked #it has decidedly not fucked

[ventiswampwater]

What do you want from me? What have I done? I'm just a word processor, for Christ sake!

Griffin Dunne as Paul Hackett AFTER HOURS (1985) dir. Martin Scorsese

#soggy beige man has decidedly un-beige night out on the town (a speedrun in pathetic suffering): the film #after hours #after hours 1985 #griffin dunne #paul hackett #filmedit #mine #you're gonna have 2 forgive me for the amount of noise I used on these gifs #the quality of my copy of this film is. kinda v much so. hot dog water #but this is my sopping wet white boi of the month (year) & u all are bein forced 2 look @ him #the fluctuating state of his unibrow is smthn that can be so personal #paul: breathes #everyone collectively: maaaa put the dogs awaaaaay there's a weird fuckin stray cat outside #this guy. I wanna hang him out to dry on a balmy summer afternoon and then tuck him into bed w/exactly 5 mg of melatonin #but also #*miranda from sex and the city voice* OOOKAY linda fiorentino fucking that guy up against the chain link FENCE #his night is ruined but I could ruin it MORE. just give me ten minutes

[b4kuch1n]

brain also insisted that was played by an employee. despite it being realistically impossible due to how the neck looks in the side shot

#ghost files #bakuspecial #cw: body horror #cw: unreality #ask to tag #critters #hi. literally dont know who the fuck this is. never seen this guy before in my life #my brain has! decided to give me awesome cool things to rotate in the night #this is decidedly not an omen I don't have omen dreams. I just have really really scary stress dreams. dw #this is not entirely outta nowhere tho I did spend last night watching the last ep of the season with my friends #so like. it makes sense that its ghost files this happened in. just #I'm still a bit baffled that this guy just showed up lmao. just kinda is there! just hangin out #fun way to spice up your sleep #okay. today's insanely busy and this dinner's gonna be a whole thing #so I will have to get off the desk now. but damn. contemplating <3 #have a good day lads!! ghost files good show check it out. no weird mascot guy in it tho

[rainybraindays]

I'm not someone who picks my camps in fandom stuff based on other people but sometimes you people make me so fucking irritated

#rainy talks #this is about fucking bridgerton lmao #like why has the reaction to the little we've gotten on colin not been “do they just...not know a word other than swagger?” #and has instead been “wow hes gonna be a whore??? a slut??? i don't want him near pen if hes a whore” #like...thats not what they said #they said he was over the marina situation and seemingly more confident and grown into himself and we don't get to fuckin see that happen #we get to see the before and the after but not the during #which is more important to me than him having potentially had sex #like i understand that him still being a virgin is important to a lot of you and that it would be anice subversion from our last two leads #who were decidedly not #but if you don’t all calm down I'm gonna manifest him being a bigger rake than either of his brothers #its annoying

[earmo-imni]

This is a reminder to everyone who wears glasses to make sure you have a FUNCTIONAL back up pair at all times especially if you have a strong prescription

I did not. My glasses broke unexpectedly yesterday. I am now stressed as hell and unable to get new glasses for a minimum of 3-5 business days, possibly longer, because my prescription is too strong for the same-day company in my area to actually get them done on the same day. The only pair I can currently wear are a pair of glasses so old my left eye is practically useless because the lens isn’t anywhere close to strong enough (the right, at least, I can see well enough in).

Don’t be me. Make sure you have a back up that works.

#glasses #personal #marijn talks #psa #today has been a lot of ‘how fast can you get this done’ ‘minimum of two weeks’ ‘fuck’ #at least the optometrist/glasses store i went to was super nice #the optometrist herself was very nice and sounded decidedly adhd #both the people on the floor were adhd #and one of them was a trans guy who immediately recognized my black veil brides pin #and they did their best to help me out as best they could #there just isn’t much they can do when their machine literally can’t cut the lens i need

[waywardsalt]

i made this a few months ago for a discord and i figured i might as well share it here too

#loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #bellum #bellum is kind of a nothing villain but i like him #this image is basically the framework for how i write bellum's relationship with linebeck a lot of the time #the severity and seriousness of 'ruined your life' varies between aus n shit #ironically post-ph is one of the ones where 'ruined your life' is a bit hyperbolic #im in a talkative mood rn so im gonna have a little tag tangent going on #bellum is fun and like with this image you can take him many different ways depending on your own tastes and readings n stuff #recently i pinpointed some character i mightve accidentally based my take of bellum on and it escapes me rn #but i like to have him come off as a sort of brash young god sort of thing whos been very gung-ho about what hes been created to do and #represent and ive def leaned into him acting differently in different aus but backing it up with the idea that. hes immortal and thinks its #fun to try different things hwne he earnestly interacts with and among mortals. like in my crimson king au (the uh. one where he has a #homoerotic relationship with linebeck) his purpose behind masquerading as human and settling for a decidedly slower and more complicated #method of obtaining food and taking control is because he wants to challenge himself after years of just smashing through and taking what h #wants and because hes more interested in the more minute details of mortal interaction and how he could play along for a while #hes a bit more... whimsical? laid-back? something for the most part with linebeck because he's used to being a fuckin demonic god whos #mostly just playing around and not making attachments bc fuck it if he gets bored he can just eat these people and this one guy gets his #mercy and support because he's interesting and useful as a tool (and eventually as a source of genuine friendship. a common theme i seem to #have with bellum [perhaps as an accidental parallel or smth to the spirits n oshus] is him stumbling into finally understanding why #relationships are worth it? like a lot of the time his interactions with linebeck give him a new understanding of humans and he learns to #care about linebeck despite starting off seeing him as just an interested subject to watch or tinker with idk how to describe it #like in post-ph [ig post ph spoilers] as the fourth member of the main cast his main arc is abt kinda being forced to mingle with mortals #and ends up really caring and supporting these people and considering his own role and place in the world after kind of isolating and #surrounding himself with effectively a literal hivemind and loyal monsters and just reacting to outside forces with the intent to consume #and eradicate all danger so ig theres some parallel with linebeck too? bellum is a work in progress he's kinda a weird oc at this point? #when does an existing character stop being that and starts becoming an oc idk. its a weird line here bc bellum has minimal characterization #) anyways. funny meme or whatever. the discord seemed to like it im not used to sharing memes or whatever. #my post

[elibean]

someone stop me from writing shiguang fic this is getting out of hand

#text post #maybe i'll save this one for friday since i bet we'll need therapy after the ep #(as we always do) #devil on shoulder: hey elianna you should write them making out #elianna who decidedly has no experience in the 'making out' department: 'ok that's big brain but how in the fuck' #devil on shoulder: 'one night when they were making out on the couch...' #ok devil on shoulder i think maybe you should aspire to other things besides writing

[lovelyisadora]

why is it always my shifts where the second counselor doesn’t come in and I have to do two jobs I’m not being paid enough for, and also I’m left alone in a facility I’m not supposed to be legally left alone in

#technically the boss boss is here but he’s sleeping on the sofa in the break room and decidedly NOT covering the second counselor’s job #he said he’d wake up and come back so I can go on break but that was supposed to happen 30 min ago #like it’s my turn to sleep on the sofa he needs to get back here #also I’ve been out of ratio for six + hours now!!! #not that anything is happening. I’ve been done with my work and the second counselor’s work for hours and the most that’s happened #is one of the clients shouted fuck you in their sleep and it startled me so bad #but if something were to happen. i’d be fucked. i’m not the counseor responsible for med keys so hopefully nobody has a medical emergency #I’m about to start wailing like a cat that got fed two minutes later than usual I want my nap!!!

[eternal-aurath]

If I had a nickel for every time I fell for;

A cat-obsessed demon

A demon associated with crows

A stoic dark-haired demon with red eyes who is strict but charming

I would have... Four nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird how this has happened.

#For the record the first one is Sebastian who is ALL of these things #But then Satan Mammon and Lucifer are individually each one of them #Special mention to Barbatos who is a demon butler #And has said PRECISELY the words ''Yes my Lord'' which fucking ended me #If I DON'T fall for him eventually I will be shocked #And I swear if Obey Me is the thing that gets me actually posting on Tumblr again I will Die #;; between the good and the evil ~ god and the devil #I don't really have a Black Butler tag I don't think so #I'll worry abt that later #But no actually the reason I took so quickly to Obey Me is because I have the pre-ingrained love for demons from Black Butler #I am decidedly a demonfucker and I'm NOT sorry

[bisaster-energy]

i do get making cas essentially human i understand that he can adjust to it and actually enjoy life like that. but um. i just think he can be just as fulfilled as a full blown angel

#human cas fics fuck severely they go hard #but i cant really vibe with cas like. just ''being human'' endgame #cos we already know no matter if he can fly no matter if he has grace he won't BE human that's an entirely different species ya dig #if the show was normal about non-human creatures being people as much as humans are #i probably wouldn't mind as much? but the show is very very sucky about that so #they scratch the surface on nonhumans being capable of like. fear and hopelessness and love. #and instead of really having salmondean explore this they just. forget about it and maybe the cycle restarts in another motw ep #ik it probably aligns with the overall copification of those 2 and it makes me so full of malice... #what im saying is cas is decidedly other. a creature an incredibly powerful one. #and i think it really shows that him not being human separates him from them. he's not as trusted #even after 12 years :/ it's kinda easy to oust him cos he keeps relationships with heaven. #which brings me to the whole ''oh fuck angels we hate angels oh but um not you cas!!'' thing like bro he's still an angel #you pick which monsters u find worthy of redemption but never fully accept them for what they are and discard em pretty easily #so yeah i think having cas be graceless is interesting and even makes sense but ig it just seems too easy on the winchesters #they never had to really accept cas as a full powered angel cos honestly they way they remember it #cas at full power wings in tact was just an asshole and he was barely ever back to that: comfortable in his prime after like s7 wtv #once it's all over and done with i think it'd be cool if cas could have all his wings and power in tact and just be at peace like that #he's an angel but he doesn't have to be a soldier anymore he can quite literally do anything now whole point of free will #and yeah he can choose to be graceless sure but he can never be human anyway. physically at his core he's something Else and i think #dean should have to like. live with that tbh #they never have to REALLY tackle the ''monsters are people too'' aspect and angel cas endgame would prove that regardless #he IS family. they dont NEED him to be an angel to USE him but regardless he is what he is and #they are fine with him not being human because he's family and they love him who cares what you are. #cos in cas' mind he needs his power to be useful but also he cannot truly be part of them while he is noticeably Other due to their bias #this is true for other characters obviously jack rowena crowley #sam's whole thing with benny 💀 #but this is a cas post and i haven't watched the show in years so this isn't like. a cited essay lmao just ramblings #in short i just want cas to be fully angel while not feeling he HAS to be for others' sake and have the brothers be genuinely cool with it #cas my best friend cas #cas studies

[saltyground]

just short king rob hirst standing on his drumkit

#i just needed to make a wholesome post to cleanse my brain after the previous one #i mean not that wholesome. i still want to fuck him #but he at least has shirts on #last pic. crotch bulge hwahhaa #im terribly sorry but i have dropped all reason and intelligence and shifted to 100% hirst thirst mode today #he is just too hot for the human brain to comprehend! #i read an interview where he said they were 'decidedly unsexy' and didnt take many drugs except vitamin C for 15 years and i was like #damn girl is that your secret to looking so hot all the time #hhhhsjsjssejpsprr #help #midnight oil #rob hirst

[kalmeria]

that's really fucking gay

#like!!!!!! with the added context that the original anime ended with karen and hikari rewriting the end of starlight #so that it's no longer a tragedy!! decidedly not burying the gays and also opposing the system that says there can only be one star #the system that is kind of based on the otokoyaku/musumeyaku dynamics #and in rejecting which they also reject the idea that in a same-sex relationship one has to take the role of the man the other the woman #with it they say that enforcing heterosexual structures of relationships for queer people is bs and they want none of that #where was i going with this? oh yeah. junna reinventing this idea is really fucking gay #(also note that she knows a lot of literature so if anyone she would have the awareness to come up with the new ending #like she Knows what she's doing if you ask me. it's kind of different for hikaren bc they are reacting and pushing against things that #happened to them directly. sort of directly. bc it Was mostly the revues and those are like. not really real but also they are? #either way. beloved dumb4dumb hikaren would have had a hard time coming up with a resolution without that #for them they arrived at it through their lived experience while for this version of junna it's through literary analysis #which means it's very deliberate #(although i'm not sure how much of it was influenced by her locked knowledge of reality but i don't think it matters much) #what am i talking about again i really went off on a tangent. again. #revue starlight #relive

[charonte-simi]

Retreated to the woods for a couple days and in the midst of my solitude I had to confront some really interesting things I had internalized about relationships and, shockingly enough, parenthood.

It really all comes back to perfectionism at it's roots. Also being afab and the stupid fucking messaging we're forcefed. But needless to say it's making me question some core stances that shaped my personality but I'm filing those away to be mulled over at a later date cause I do NOT have the bandwidth to deal with that shit rn

#cant be in a relationship because conflict = failure and my perfectionism cant allow that *eyeroll* #also cant parent because if rhe kid so much as has a bad day = failure as a parent #and god forbid that kid not make it out of childhood without carrying some form of trauma = greatest failure ever *eyerolls even harder* #also ''starting a family'' must = birthing the child yourself as an afab person <- no longer the case nowadays #also sidenote im just fucking lonely? drastically so. a family could be cool?? maybe???? fuck i have no idea #its a terrifying prospect but is that only so because of my perfectionism? #much introspection to be had #shits hard #i could very well come out the other end of this still not wanting that family structure tbh #its very possible nay even likely #but it feels important that i at least humor the thought and actually genuinely consider it #then i can make a truly informed decision about what i want my future to look like #rather than continue living by standards that old me set up unquestioningly #hell i dont even have to do the family thing i could just partner up with someone #or several someones #its fucking scary because that person is out of my control (duh) and thats unacceptable for my perfectionism. so we opt out #but why am i letting that dumb voice in my head dictate how i live?? why does it have authority over me and my decisions??? #like wtf that goes againt everything im about fuck off trying to tell me what to do #idc that its a voice in my head it doesnt get to boss me around. *I* control me. period. and that voice is decidedly NOT me #simi speaks

[tonycries]

One More? Please? - G.S.

Synopsis. A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, coworkers to lovers, being stuck in that damn box, oral (female), mutual másturbation, spitting, fáce-sítting, máting press, Satoru is down bad for you, chóking, overstim, multiple rounds, créampie, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 4.4k

A/N. Happy belated two months to this blog! Concept inspired by this post by @kingkonoha.

“Maybe we should kiss and see if the box opens?”

“That’s the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

“Hey- it works in the movies! True love’s kiss and all-”

You heave out a heavy sigh that makes even the skeleton at your shoulder shake its head in pity. Goddamn, if these curses weren’t going to kill him then you will. 

“I take it back. That’s the dumbest fucking thing to ever come out of your mouth.”

Satoru hooks a thumb over his blindfold to gaze at you with mock seriousness. Oh, how the mighty have fallen - and how you were teetering dangerously close to a stroke with each dramatic bat of his long lashes.

“C’monnn~” he whines, with the flair of someone that was not sealed in an inescapable prison, “Don’t tell me that in all these years you’ve never once been at least a little tempted to kiss me, sweetheart.” 

“I’d rather kiss that dusty skull.” Shooting him a pointed look that makes even the skulls at your feet recoil. It would almost be hilarious if it wasn’t for the fact that you were trapped. In the prison realm. With Gojo Satoru of all people. Possibly forever.

Shit, is this karma for all those times you ditched Satoru with Nanami instead of dealing with him yourself?

Now, Satoru might be going about it with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, but just a few minutes ago when his life flashed before his very eyes at the mere sight of Suguru - or at least, the monster wearing his body - he’d expected some of his favorite memories to be the ones with you in it. 

You - his lil’ coworker - in all your gorgeous, smart-mouthed glory. And maybe if he was lucky, he even expected a couple glimpses of you in his future. Preferably with a giant rock on your finger.

But that’s a story for another time, what he certainly did not expect was for your stupidly heroic (and quite beautiful) ass to jump right in the middle of the prison realm’s ensnarement. 

Although, honestly, right now he doesn’t think he’d want to be locked up in here with anyone but you - and that withering glare you send him. 

Undeterred, Satoru has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh. Laugh. A sound you’ve come to realize over the years, as innocent as it sounds, does not bode well for you or your sanity. 

A sanity that’s been slowly dwindling since your first day of meeting Satoru. Back then, a brash, cocky new teacher that waltzed into the halls of Jujutsu Tech in those pretentious sunglasses like he owned the place. 

Well, not that he was any different right now. Lounging over some disgruntled skeletons, you half-expected him to pull out a deck chair and start sunbathing amidst the bones. Your begrudging coworker - and occasional bane of your existence - seemed right at home. 

You, however, were decidedly not having the time of your life. 

“I swear, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you grumble, wincing at the bones prodding you from almost every angle. 

“Can you blame me?” he hums, now fully tugging down his blindfold to hang around his neck, “It’s not every day I get to spend quality time with my favorite person in the world.”

You scoff, strangely self-conscious as those striking blue sweep your figure from head to toe. “Lucky me. Well why don’t you spend this quality time helping me figure out how the hell we can get out of here.”

“I already told y-”

“Anything but that.”

With a sulky huff, Satoru peers down at you, “Then we just wait till someone gets us out of here. I’m sure Megumi-chan is just tearing his emo hair out trying to unseal this thing.”

“...”

“You’re absolutely correct, Yuji then. Or…” he tilts his head towards a sad pile of bones, “We end up like our little friend over there. Though I’d make a far better looking skeleton-”

You don’t hear the rest of Satoru’s rant over the small noise of concern that falls from your lips. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach at the fact that yes you really were stuck in the prison realm with Gojo Satoru. Possibly forever. And no this wasn’t some strange dream like when you and Shoko accidentally raided the wrong brownie box in the kitchen.

Shit. 

And perhaps it showed on your face, because you’re jolted out of your reverie by warm fingers intertwining with yours. Grounding. Satoru’s eyes now searching yours with an intensity that made you squirm uncomfortably. 

“Hey, we’ll figure this out, okay?” he mutters softly. “Remember that time we accidentally set the training ground on fire?” leaning in closer now, “Or that mission we got chased by that cursed vending machine?”

You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself. “Yeah, and then you nearly got us killed trying to order a sweet tea. ”

Satoru chuckles, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “See? It worked out, didn’t it? It always does, sweetheart.” 

And if your heart does a strange little lurch, well, then you just blame it on the femur jabbing into your side. 

All is quiet in your little hell. That is, until.

“Hey, Satoru…does kissing really work in the movies?” 

You barely catch the way Satoru’s breath hitches ever-so-slightly as he leans in closer. eyes sparkling with mischief. And oh you knew that look - one that was usually accompanied by a lecture by Yaga, one that sent shivers down your spine. He grins, “Well, there’s only one way to find out, hm?”

Embarrassment and amusement bubbles inside you, tumbling out in the form of a barely-audible, “A peck. One.”

“Awww. Eight?”’

“No.”

“Five?”

“Satoru.”

Minty breath fanning your face, “Okay okay, one peck and a kiss to your forehead. C’mon, it’s a bargain~”

Pinching your nose, you sigh out a weary, “This is so stupid. Fine, but if it doesn’t work then I’m strangling you.”

And it’s all that is said before his lips are on yours.  

Soft. Satoru’s lips were so soft. And he tasted so unfairly of caramel apples and sweet, sweet mischief. Just like him. Feather-light and fleeting - yet the kiss burns into your brain with an intensity that you strangely didn’t mind.

It’s over before you know it. The cold air hits your lips as Satoru’s words ring in your ears, a disappointed little, “Aw, that didn’t work.”

Barely even risking a glance at the still very sealed realm, your body reacts before your mind - the expensive cotton of his uniform collar soft against your fingers as you pull Satoru towards you with a sense of urgency you can’t quite explain.

And then you’re kissing him. And he’s kissing you because shit this is all that Satoru’s been dreaming about since he turned 23 and suddenly realized that oh you were frighteningly everything that he ever wanted. 

“S-Satoru,” you whisper, breathless against his lips. 

“Shhhh, my girl. One more. Didn’t work.” 

His lips are searing on yours. Urgent and greedy, because fuck if it took getting trapped in the prison realm to finally kiss you then God knows when he’ll be able to again. 

Which is why he breathes you in like he doesn’t have enough time, and probably never will - even in this godforsaken box where time never passes. 

“Shit. O-one more.”

Drinking in your sweet gasps as he intertwines his tongue with yours, tasting how sinfully delicious you were. Satoru’s hands wander the expanse of your body, cupping your head to kiss you deeper, snaking down to squeeze your ass - and everything in between. 

Pulling away ever-so-slightly with a playful bite to your bottom lip, he leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. The disappointed whine that leaves your pretty mouth makes all the blood in Satoru’s body rush to his cock. 

“Sweetheart.” he grunts into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. “Y’think I kissed the wrong lips?”

Oh? 

Satoru’s words send a jolt of electricity running down your spine - all the way down to your heated cunt. “W-what?” you managed to choke out, cheeks flaring as he raises his eyes to meet yours and-

Oh.

Oh, shit. If the curses weren’t going to kill you then Satoru sure might. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Satoru carefully jostling the two of you so that he’s lying on his back, your body manhandled to straddle his pretty face. 

“Satoru, when you mean ‘wrong lips’...here?” you trail off, still reeling from him and the abrupt change in position and him. 

“Exactly what I mean,” he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating beneath your dripping cunt. “Now, spread ‘em wider f’me. Let me taste you- Need it s’bad.”

Body moving as if on autopilot, your knees part wider to let him greedily take in the sight of your soaked panties. Beads of slick seeping through the thin fabric each time his hot breath meets your cunt. 

But not for long - the cool air hits you before you realize what’s happening. Because Satoru is ripping your flimsy panties off with one hand. Throwing it behind to God-knows-where with the urgency of a madman. 

“Shit, so wet f’me already.” he groans, mouth watering at the obscene sight of you clenching around nothing. “S’gorgeous. You really are perfect everywhere, huh?” he mutters through lazy, languid kisses along your thighs. Tongue darting out just so to leisurely trace circles along the heated skin. 

Strong arms wrap around your thighs, the stretch nothing with the two long fingers spreading your swollen folds apart. Your face burns from just how adoring Satoru looks below you.

You buck into his touch, “Hngh- Please. Wan’ your mouth on me.”

And perhaps the great Gojo Satoru decided to be merciful for once in his life, because without another word, he’s surging forward. Tongue flicking out to tease your sloppy entrance, pooling your juices before tipping his head back, back, back to let it slide down his throat so sinfully.

Shit, Satoru could just cum in his pants right now, of course you taste heavenly. Better than he could’ve ever imagined on any lonely night. 

You shudder as he flattens his tongue across your folds, sliding teasingly between them, grazing your swollen clit just barely at an unhurried rhythm that almost has Satoru forgetting where he was. But quite frankly, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about it either.

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” he hums around your clit, the vibrations making you squeal. Sucking gently, tongue rolling harshly against your bundle of nerves, over and over- “Cause it’s what I’ve been wanting for years.”

The words ring in your ears almost as much as the lewd squelches below. Years?

“F-fuck- feels hngh- What do you mean y-years, Satoru?” 

Oh, Satoru thinks he could pass out just at the way you whine out his name so prettily. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, a hand hastily snaking down to unbuckle his pants. “Mhmm~ Couldn’t go a day without sparring with you where I didn’t think of bending you over and tasting you right there y’know.”

Your eyes snap down to meet Satoru’s hazy, half-lidded ones. Something dark and feral shining within them. And right now, thighs wrapped around his head, you don’t think he’s ever looked happier. White locks splayed out, a fucked-out expression on his face as his tongue bullies past your folds, you could feel the slight smile curling his lips against you. 

It’s overwhelming - both his confession and the way Satoru was making out with your cunt like a man starved.

Nose-deep in your pussy, tongue alternating between its abuse on your throbbing clit and dipping in and out of your sloppy hole at a maddening pace. Mouth only speeding up ruthlessly at the way you convulse and grind involuntarily on top of him.

God, Satoru was going insane at the way your walls were sucking him up so good, clamping down with each push of his tongue. 

“Shit- made jus’ f’me. You like that, don’t you?” he growls against your cunt, voice hoarse with desire. “Like fucking my face with your pussy?”

“Oh! Ngh, yes Satoru- L-love it-”

A bruising grip on your hips, encouraging you to rock against his face. Harder. Tongue more desperate. He couldn’t get enough. Meeting your every grind, tongue lapping at your cunt so obscenely. 

Breaths ragged and hot against your cunt, drinking you in with the desperation of a man that wouldn’t mind giving up air for your essence. And it was Satoru - of course he wouldn’t mind.

Especially with the large hand snaking up your thigh, going from drawing reassuring patterns at your hips to rubbing tight, little circles on your pulsing clit. Hasty, and urgent - like he had no time to waste. “Tha’s right, my girl. Give it up for me,”

Every cell in your body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure at the way Satoru plays your body like an instrument. 

“M’close, Satoru- Hah- s’close.” you moan breathlessly, a hand tangling in his soft strands. Using it as leverage to ride Satoru’s pretty face just the way you like it.

But you didn’t have to - because Satoru seems to already know exactly what to do. Exactly how to quirk his tongue just right to brush against all your most sensitive spots. Exactly how to match the rhythm of his abuse on your clit to the way he was tonguefucking you into delirium. Exactly how to look at you with such a hungry expression that devours you almost as much as his mouth. 

“Cum f’me, sweetheart.”

Satoru didn’t even have to ask. Because you’re cumming with a strangled gasp of his name. White-hot pleasure coursing through you like lightning, body trembling as you cum all over Satoru’s pretty face. 

Hands moving your limp, boneless hips across his face, forcing you to ride out peak after peak on his red lips.

As the blood roaring in your ears bates, and you blink back your vision, the first thing you see are those familiar blue eyes gazing up at you. Holding you steady, lips brushing gentle kisses along your inner thighs. 

Oh, how beautiful he was like this.

“S-S’toru?” you mewl, still sensitive from your orgasm as Satoru shifts underneath you to sit you prettily in his lap.

“Mhm?” he nuzzles your neck.

“One more. It didn’t work.”

Oh, if you knew the only way to shut up Gojo Satoru was to say something like this then you would’ve done it a lot sooner. 

But Satoru’s stunned silence doesn’t last for long, because he grins, low and sultry, “You’re right. It didn’t work.”

The metallic clinking of a belt echoes in the stuffy chamber as Satoru hastily pushes down his pants. Cock springing free to hit his lower abs, “What a shame.”

You blink at the sheer size of him - he was going to split you in two. It was unfair, really. Water is wet. Gojo Satoru has a big dick. 

But oh was he pretty - so pretty.  Prominent veins glistening in the dim lighting, fat tip flushed your favorite shade of delicate pink, leaking furiously in between your thighs.

Gulping, you reach out to wrap your hand around his achingly hard cock. So warm and heavy in your hands. “Y-yeah, what a shame.”

Both of you watch - entranced - at the way he twitches in your grasp at the mere sound of your voice. A maddening little bump! bump! bump! against your palm as you begin pumping him slowly - so agonizingly slow. 

“Oh- Feel s’good, sweetheart.” Satoru hisses lowly as you swipe at the precum beading at this head. Thumbing teasingly under his sensitive slit, tracing delicately along his veins. 

And by God does it do something to you to see the great Gojo Satoru falling apart for you, hair tousled, lips kiss-bitten, and eyes looking at you like he wanted to positively eat you alive. It made your cunt throb so desperately, slick forming a dark wet patch on his trousers. 

Not one to be left behind, his long fingers deftly snake down to your dripping cunt. Not wasting any time before bullying his fingertips past your swollen folds, curling expertly to press down against that one spot that has your fist faltering on his cock. Hard. 

Pretty little moans left your lips at the way Satoru so easily matches your pace. Thrusting knuckle-deep into your pussy in and out - hitting that spot over and over.

“Shit, Toru- s’deep inside me. I’m- hngh-”

Satoru was in heaven, really. You were so warm and wet around both his fingers and his throbbing cock. 

Only two thoughts running through his mind right now - 1. He was right, your hands were softer and more sinfully delicious around his swollen cock. And 2. The hardest battle he’s ever fought was probably right now - at your mercy, trying not to spill all over your hands because he’d be damned if he finally scored the girl and came in two seconds.

Shit, he thinks fingers almost erratic now, he needs you to cum. Right now. 

As if sensing his urgency, your moves become more frantic, Satoru’s brows furrowing at the way you increase your pace. His hips twitch, as if trying to thrust into your fist. matching your pace as you start stroking him harder, faster. 

Ah, but alas, the great Gojo Satoru’s reputation precedes him. 

“Oh, fuck- M’gonna-” And soon enough, you’re seeing stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - as you cum. Hard. 

Body moving before your mind, you’re clenching around Satoru’s fingers, grinding down so ferally as you edge him closer and closer. “C’mon, Toru. One more, right?” you whisper brokenly, lips ghosting his ear.

Breath coming in short, strained gasps of what sounded like your name now, “Oh- fuck ngh- so close.” he warns, voice hoarse. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

You smirk, raising a brow, “Is that a threat, Satoru?”

Willing his fucked-out eyes open, they bore into yours as he utters, “No, ah- it’s a p-promise.”

Without warning, Satoru clasps your wrists, forcing you to stop pumping him. The disappointed mewl threatening to spill from your lips is cut off just as your back hits the ground.

Slam!

You think you could almost get whiplash from how swiftly Satoru had you caged and splayed out so shamefully beneath him. 

You whine, “But you didn’t even get to-”

“Fuck, not now. Gotta feel you or else m’gonna cum so embarrassingly all over your fist.” He rests his throbbing erection laid out so enticingly across your stomach, leaking hot precum onto your skin. And that makes you shut up, eyes mapping where it ended and realizing that yeah, you might’ve faced more mercy with the curses outside of this box. “Besides. One more, right?”

And before you can respond, Satoru’s spitting on you once. Twice. Thrice.

You flinch as the wads of saliva hit your dripping cunt, mixing with your slick so obscenely as Satoru smears it across your swollen folds. Your mouth drops into a soft oh! of disbelief as he promptly pops his thumb into his mouth, groaning at the taste. 

“Shit.” Satoru hisses lowly, “One more might just not be enough.”

Not wasting a moment longer, he’s bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. Head thrown back as your plush walls desperately try to accommodate his size.

“Oh. Oh shit hah- should’ve been locked up here ngh- sooner.” he groans, words straight from his cock. “Feel s’heavenly around m-me.” Because God Satoru thinks he wouldn’t even mind staying here for the rest of his life if it meant he got to have you like this.

You moan at the positively delicious stretch of your pussy, plush walls unable to decide between pushing him out and milking the soul out of him. “Hah- Toru s’too big. I can’t-” 

“You will.” he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed as he focuses on letting you adjust. Pressing inch by fucking inch. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fights that feral part of himself that just wants to plunge into your pretty pussy till his tip kisses your cervix, and you’re drunk on nothing but his cock.

But he didn’t have to - because you’re immediately wrapping your legs around his toned waist, pulling Satoru to you recklessly until his heavy balls smack your ass. Tufts of snowy white hair - already so wet with your slick and his precum - finally meeting your cunt.

“Ah! Shit, s’full Toru.” you keen, body bowing into his.

There’s not even a hair's breadth between your bodies now as Satoru chuckles darkly. “You little minx. Thought you couldn’t handle me, but you really wanted to be split apart on my cock, huh?”

You feel almost shy under his gaze as you mumble out a quiet little, “Well you did say one more.”

Ah, Satoru thinks deliriously, if you aren’t Mrs. Gojo by the time you two get out of this then there’s seriously something wrong with him. 

But he doesn’t tell you that. Instead with a satisfied smirk, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, sucking your tongue so lewdly as he did with your cunt. Parting for only a second before pressing his lips to yours again. And again. And again, as if it hurt to part.

“Mhm. Always wanted to do this, sweetheart.” he hums against your pretty lips. “Fuck ever since you hah- walked in on that first day.” 

Kissing you sweetly with a tenderness that doesn’t translate to his hips as pulls back, back, back. All the way till his angry, hard tip was just grazing your sloppy entrance. “One more.”

Body moving before his mind, his hips start fucking into your dripping cunt recklessly. Satoru doesn’t fuck you with the finesse he imagined he would all these years, rough, harsh thrusts fueled by pure need and all the desperation from these last few years.

In one, fluid movement, the burn of the stretch hits you before the realization that Satoru has thrown your legs over his sculpted shoulders. 

“Ah- So good, Toru. Oh my god- hah-” you mewl at the change in angle. His pulsing dick expertly hitting that one spot inside you which has your words slurring together, body arching off the floor to press so impossibly close against him. 

And, well, Satoru isn’t any better - because he’s slamming his cock into you mindlessly. Hitting that spot over and over. 

With one hand, he caresses your stomach. Whispering out a ragged, “Feel me inside? Feel me right…” Pressing his palm down hard, “Here.”

The other forces you to look up at him, drinking in your whines of “Yes yes yes, can feel you s-so deep hngh- inside me, Toru.” 

You’re so cockdrunk and full of Satoru that you barely notice the hands groping their way down your body. Catching harshly on your swollen clit, starting to draw, quick, frenzied circles that match the cadence of his hips smacking into yours. 

“Look at me.” he murmurs raspily, “Open your mouth.”

And you can do nothing but take it, tongue lolling out so lewdly for the warm stream of spit that hits it. Once. Twice. 

You look up at him with teary eyes, as you take it all -  anything and everything he was giving. And it makes Satoru bow his head with a fucked-out groan, cock twitching so animalistically as it keeps plunging inside you roughly. Deft fingers on your clit becoming more desperate.

Harder. Faster. Balls squeezing so painfully. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to eat you up - and you were going to let thim.

You squeal at the overstimulation, hips bucking up for more more more-

“God, sweetheart, you don’t know what you do to me.” he moans, voice strained with desire and the euphoria of getting everything he’s wanted for so long. It was driving him insane. “Now c’mon. One more. Give me one more like my good girl.”

“Hngh- yes- Toru!”

You don’t even know what “one more” means anymore - all you do know is that you’re cumming and cumming all around Satoru’s unforgiving cock. Walls fluttering so snugly, your body convulses as you cream around his cock. Nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back, Satoru’s name leaving your bruised lips and into the heady air like a prayer every time his tip kisses your cervix. His new favorite melody.

And that seems to be what makes him snap as well - because with a final, sloppy thrust, he’s painting your walls such a sinful white. Pumping thick, hot ropes of his cum into your quivering cunt. 

“Shit- yeah, my girl. Take it. Take it all f’me.” Satoru shudders above you, head thrown back, chest heaving as he fucks you through your high. Movements nothing more than shallow, mindless little thrusts to get you both off so animalistically. 

It was so fucking filthy - and exactly what you needed so badly. He was exactly what you needed so badly. 

Now, Satoru only had to take one look as you use him so obscenely for your pleasure - eyes dazed, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth - before he thinks he might just cum again. And again. And again until he physically couldn’t anymore.

But first…

Pulling out of your heavenly pussy with a lewd pop! His long fingers delicately collects the mixture of slick and cum now gushing out of you obscenely. 

Aw, what a waste, Satoru muses as it pools below you sinfully. If it was up to him he wouldn’t waste a single drop from your pretty cunt. 

But no matter. 

Abruptly, Satoru bullies two fingers into your mouth - forcing you to taste yourself, to taste him. Pressing right at the back of your tongue in a way that has you choking and gagging around him, teary eyes just begging up at him. Perfect - you were so perfect for him. 

Kissing your forehead with a tenderness that doesn’t match his actions, he hums, faux innocence lacing his words, “What a shame, the box didn’t open yet.”

And oh does he love the excitement lighting up your exhausted eyes. Pretty thighs twitching underneath him as a slow, fucked-out little smile curls your lips. 

“One more? Please?”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

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#ummmmm i want to k*ll myself !!!! (not really) #this month has been so god fucking awful to me in terms of events and calendar things can i fucking Die #i have a birthday dinner tonight i do Not want to go to at all but am sort of being forced to go to by #my best friend #the birthday girl in question is violently batshit insane & also purposefully excludes me from things all the time when she knows i’m in #the same city and is also ableist as fuck so i truly just Do Not owe her ANYTHING #but sarah (my bestie) Really wants me to go and i tried to gently tell her that i want to cancel and she was like Ummmm No we agreed to do #this thing together and you Cannot back out now #and lowkey i think that’s fair bc if you book my calendar with something i Will try to honor it #and she’s been doing that for me!!! i’ve asked her to be my buddy to these concerts that i do not want to go to alone #and she so bravely and kindly has accompanied me to things that are decidedly Not her genre so i feel like i owe it to her #to do this damn birthday dinner with her #but conversely my other friend (maisha) is doing a thing tonight and she wanted me to come #and i actually would MUCH rather be at that event!!!!! the fuck!!!!! #i haven’t seen maisha in like a week bc of scheduling conflicts and she was like i really want to hang but i had to blow her off due to #these fustrating birthday plans for this girl i just do not fucking like #and this will be like my third time this month letting her down for an event #so now she is highhhh key pissed off at me for being unavailable AGAIN #but like sorry but literally what am i supposed to do #it’s been A Week for me and i think i’m allowed to be busy sometimes too #anyways idk what i’m saying it’s 9 am and i’ve had 2 hours of sleep #i see both sides bc sarah already booked me for this thing but maisha is tired of me being too busy for her AND I MISS HER #so it’s just truly the worst #maisha & i have become unofficial spouses in the past few months and if i don’t see her every 3-4 days something Does feel off kilter LMAO #anyways what’s really complicated is that maisha & i are going to a halloween party together tomorrow in a COUPLES COSTUME LOL #imagine how awkward the vibes will be if we are doing matching clothes and also fighting #:-)

[songsaboutwater]

There's nothing quite like a dude over explaining a job to you that you already know how to do when it's his first day at the hospital.

#I am decidedly not thriving #This has not been a good people day #Like it can get fucked thanks